Jim Jones, Harry Fraud, Belly - Fucked Up lyrics

Wasted days and endless nights (Hey, Harry)
Heard they reported us to
The Fraud Department
There is nothing I could do
To make things right (Haha)
Capo, what's up?

I ain't been sleepin', it's the third day
(Third day, third)
I don't got a second in the first place
(First place, oh no)
Ain't no second chances in my birthplace
(Birthplace, oh no)
You can't put a phoenix in a bird cage
(Bird cage)

Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up
(Fucked up, yeah yeah)
I pull up in that Merce' (Merce')
Bitches see me drippin' in this Versa'
(Versa') you know I want it in the worst way
(Worst way, yeah)
But at least we got tonight
If that's the worst case, worst case
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)

You either a friend of mines
Or a friend of ours (Who you with?)
When you see that AMG
That mean that Benz got power (Skrrt)
We need bonita and quinine
It's to blend with powder (Whip it)
Y'all gon' die a thousand times
You and your mens is cowards
We got work in DC, yeah
I got friends at Howard (Wassup?)
You can't stop the rain when this
F and N make showers
Plus, I'm not an evil person
We still gon' send 'em flowers
I bought that 9-1-1 just
To remember the Towers (Skrrt)
Uh, yeah, I be in my bag of tricks (Voilà)
If you piss me off I just
Might go grab the fif' (Wassup?)
But if you really piss me off
I just might go stab your bitch (Ha ha)
Plus I heard her say that
I got that magic stick (She nasty)
Sucka, so how that really make you feel
(Huh?) when I had her bust it open just
So she can make it real? (Ew)
Pop bottles in the club for the Ace to spill
On this year alone in champagne
I just might waste a mill' (Cap)
My young boys take pills and
Go straight to drill (Get 'em)
Treat them foreign cars, nigga
Like racin' wheels (Skrrt)
We had to crack the code, get on hacker mode
(Facts) but let me light a blunt
And get on rapper mode (Light that up)
These lil' niggas never seen no gats explode
(They frontin')
This Versace, lil' nigga, two stacks a robe
(Sucka) you probably never smelled the
Fumes at the stove (Nigga)
I be on piña coladas when I be at the Cove
(I'm off) damn the Bahamas
We got yachts you can jump off
Your bitch is a thot, yeah
Heard she a jump off
I be in the 'Rari ridin' shotty like
I just let a pump off
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

I ain't been sleepin', it's the third day
(Third day, third)
I don't got a second in the first place
(First place, oh no)
Ain't no second chances in my birthplace
(Birthplace, oh no)
You can't put a phoenix in a bird cage
(Bird cage)

Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up
(Fucked up, yeah yeah)
I pull up in that Merce' (Merce')
Bitches see me drippin' in this Versa'
(Versa') you know I want it in the worst way
(Worst way, yeah)
But at least we got tonight
If that's the worst case, worst case
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Lil' bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)
Bitch, you got me fucked up (Fucked up)

Wasted days and endless nights
There is nothing I could do
To make things right